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Fair the service that I render to thee, Phoebus, before thy house,
honouring thy seat of prophecy; a glorious task I count it, to serve not mortal man but deathless gods; wherefore I never weary
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of performing holy services. Phoebus is to me as the father that begot me, for as such I praise the god that gives me food.
Whom I call by that helpful name of father,
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Tis Phoebus, who dwelleth in the temple, Hail Paean, healing god, good luck to thee and blessing, child of Latona!
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Fair the service that I render to thee, Phoebus, before thy house,
honouring thy seat of prophecy; a glorious task I count it, to serve not mortal man but deathless gods; wherefore I never weary
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of performing holy services. Phoebus is to me as the father that begot me, for as such I praise the god that gives me food.
Whom I call by that helpful name of father,
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Tis Phoebus, who dwelleth in the temple, Hail Paean, healing god, good luck to thee and blessing, child of Latona!
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Ion. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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